XO/THE HOST — feat. scott mccall

: in which reader loves teasing scott just to see his eyes flash that dangerous red !

suggestive content | sloppy makeout sesh , dry humping , biting/leaving marks , college au , fade to black

kissing scott always escalated.

currently, you sat on his cramped dorm bed beside him against the headboard. his fingers were loosely tangled into your hair as he pulled you in closer to steal another kiss. you breathed in the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with that earthy pine smell.

you pulled back, breathless and flushed. he watched as you crawled into his lap, straddling his lips like you'd done countless times. his head was moving towards you for another kiss but he wasn't successful this time.

instead, you pressed your lips to the firm line of his jaw to leave hot kisses there. then, your lips were dragging down along the side of his neck. you could feel his pulse fluttering rapidly against your lips as you brushed against the spot. he sighed hard and tilted his head back, hands coming up to tightly grip your hips.

"you okay, baby?" you teased in a soft whisper, grazing your teeth against the delicate skin over his pulse.

he nodded and stared at you with glazed over eyes. you moved your lips lower to the junction where his neck and shoulder met before sinking your teeth into the skin. he made a shaky groan and you felt him harden beneath you from the roughness of it.

his eyes were squeezed shut but that wouldn't do.

you soothed the bite with gentle kisses before leaving a mark by sucking on the spot while slowly shifting your hips forward to meet his. "look at me, scott."

he shook his head, his lips parting as he focused on the feeling of you grinding against him. his hold on your hips tightened and he dragged you against his bulge harder, eliciting a soft moan from you.

"look at me." you demanded softly, stilling the pleasurable movements. that got his attention. his eyes fluttered open and as you expected, his usual puppy brown eyes had morphed to fit the darker side of him. a deep red circled his dilated pupils. proof of his struggle with self-control around you, just the way you liked.

he didn't let you stare for a long before one large hand was reaching up to wrap around your throat. with a harsh tug, he pulled your face to his and your lips were messily colliding.

his lips moved against yours with sheer desperation and hunger. pushing his tongue into your parted mouth, he traced the different parts of you as if he was starving. he slurped on your tongue for a moment and pulled back. lewd strings of spit stretched between your mouths, leaving your lips wet.

you leaned in again to capture his bottom lip in between your teeth, biting down slowly. your hands came up to hold onto scott’s broad shoulders as you grinded against him again.

he shakily moaned and opened his eyes to stare at you, irises flickering with that familiar red. “baby, you’re killing me.” he rasped, fingers digging into your hips in an attempt to still you.

your lips were on his again while you continued to push your hips against his with slow torturous moments. finally his self control snapped and he was flipping you guys so you were pinned beneath him. his prey.

his lips sloppily pressed open-mouthed kisses to the skin of your neck. you gasped softly as he pushed his hips down against yours, rubbing against you just right. sharp canines nudged against the skin of your shoulder. his red hungry eyes stared into yours, watching each reaction intently.

“need you.. scott.” you whispered shakily, lifting your hips to meet his desperately.

a low chuckle vibrated against your flushed skin and he pinned your body down roughly with his own. “ask nicely then.”

you let out a small whimper and pulled him closer by gripping onto his muscled shoulders. “please, need you.”

he hummed with satisfaction and pulled back to tug off the layers of clothes separating you two.

Unckuna except he ran out of hair gel and now he looks like Yuuji 😛 (ft. my yumeship in the corner lol)

mmmm sukuna with his hair down mmmm🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

contrary to popular belief, toji fushiguro is not a drinker. his heavenly restriction makes it impossible to feel the effects of alcohol, so he avoids it. it's not like he wanted to kill his liver slowly, all risk and no reward.

that, unfortunately, always left him with the one dreaded job: driving his friends, some of whom loved to drink, home. it could be 7pm or 4am, either way, he would find himself dropping everyone home, waiting until they got inside before speeding off.

this time, it was 1am, and you really, really wanted taco bell.

"or maybe arby's," you licked your lips at the thought. "arby's sounds good."

"no the fuck it does not," he rolled his eyes. "what the hell did you drink?”

"who cares?!? i'm sooo hungry," you groaned and dragged your hands down your face. as if it had heard you, you stomach growled in response.

"so hungry, you could eat at arby's?" he chuckled. "you must be really hungry, huh?”

you frowned at him. "shut up."

"walk home." he countered.

"nuh uh, you wouldn't let me."

toji stayed silent at this. you got him there. see, toji claims he does all this because it's too much work to schedule a funeral, but you knew better than that. he cared about your safety and well-being, which was why he always found himself driving you to get food at ungodly hours just to make sure your stomach was filled.

"ooo! we should play some music." you turned the dial on the radio a few times. all sorts of artist layed as you flipped through the stations: jay z, taylor swift, and even morgan wallen. it wasn't the vibe you were going for at all. after a bit, you settled on an old katy perry song. you were in the mood for a good throwback to sing along to.

“legendary lauverss,” you sang along, completely off key. toji winced, but didn’t say anything “we could be le-gen-da-rye!!!!” your voice broke on that last note.

toji choked back a laugh. he tried to play it off like he was coughing, though he was anything but subtle. you didn’t fail to see his scarred smile peeking out behind his fist.

you raised a brow. “something funny?”

he shook his head, eyes glued to the road in front of him. “no, no, nothing at all.” you side eyed him, but his eyes never left the road. you sulked as he entered the drive thru.

he gestured towards the menu screen. “go ahead and order.”

“HAAIIIII!!!!” you gushed loudly. toji groaned softly and the worker snorted into the mic.

“hello there, welcome to taco bell. what can i get started for you?” the voice crackled back.

“uhhhhh….” what was your order again? your mind had gotten completely blank. for some reason, you couldn’t remember the order you’d had for years now. you shot a nervous look at toji who frowned and turned back to the screen.

“uh, can we please get a grilled cheese chicken burrito with nacho fries and a baja blast?” he rubbed his neck awkwardly before facing you. “is that it?”

you nodded your head, half shocked and half in awe that he remembered your order. you switched up the places you went to when you got the munchies: ranging from wingstop, mcdonald’s, chipotle, and so many others depending on what time it was. how the hell did he remember your taco bell order when you’ve gone maybe twice together?

lost in thought, you didn’t even realize when he’d pulled up to the window and paid for the meal. you gaped at him as he plopped the bag in your lap without a word and pulled out of the drive thru.

“did you just…” you trailed off, still in disbelief. he wasn’t your boyfriend—he was far from it—nor did he ever pay for your food and vice versa. where in the world was this coming from?

“you were taking too long, we were holding up the line,” he muttered, averting his eyes.

“toji. i might be drunk out of my mind, but i do know that there was no one, not a single sooullll, behind us.”

he sighed. you narrowed his eyes at him. you weren’t letting this go and he knew it.

“awww toj, you don’t have a crush on me do you?” you teased, voice all airy and light.,“cuz that would be really, reeeaaallyyy bad. like awful," your voice got all serious, "like i’d have to disintegrate or flee the country.”

he furrowed his brows. “why?”

ignoring him, you shoved a fry into your mouth and practically moaned at the salty taste. it was soooo goood and warm and crunchy and ughhhh your tummy wasn’t very happy with you right now, so how could you not show it some love with some yummy food? you continued to stuff your face with your taco bell while toji gave you a wary look. the asshole was jealous? he could be normal and ask for a bite.

“slow down. it’s not going anywhere.” he laughed. you slowly craned your head to him and he froze.

“fwutdudugustshay?” you asked angrily, food still full in your mouth. “fwoops,” you swallowed the food and took a sip of your baja blast. you patted your chest and belched really loudly. toji grimaced at the sound and looked away, suddenly interested in whatever was out the window, even though it was pitch black outside.

“wait—i feel like i was saying something important…hm…” you wracked your brain for what you were saying. he was driving you home, you were hungry, you drove to taco ball, you forgot your taco bell order, he somehow remembered it, weird… anyways, he paid for the food…wait he paid for your food?!?

“toji fishyguro, how dare you pay for my food?!?” you slurred. his green eyes widened at you when he realized he had to do this all over again.

“i wanted to be nice, jeez. is that such a crime?” he was a little annoyed now. you were supposed to be a funny drunk, not a mean one.

“is it a criimmeeeeeeeee dunnuhduh,” you sang. “oh my gosh, we like have to play that. absolute banger.” you grabbed the aux and plugged it into your phone. using your fist has a pretended microphone, you sang all six minutes and twenty seconds of the song, completely out-of-tune. or at least you tried to, he cut you off after the fourth minute. you pouted when he lowered the volume.

“you never fail to amaze me.” he said, but the sarcasm in his voice failed to register.

“awwwww, tanks!” you giggled. you poked his cheek and he glared at you. “you’re soooo cute toe.”

“don’t call me that.”

“ok fu-she-gu-ho.” you snorted at your very funny and hilarious joke, but it died down as you realized he found it far from funny.

“o-kay, my frickin bad!? i thought you liked hanging out with me, i’m sorry i’m so annoyinggg gosh!”

to toji’s absolute horror, you opened the car door and marched out onto the sidewalk, leaving your smelly taco bell behind. he jumped out from the car and chased after you.

you heard him calling your name of course, but you had other things occupying your attention. it was a full moon. the sky was clear tonight as the stars danced around it, shining down on you. you gasped and pointed at it. “look toji, sooo prettyyy!”

he finally caught up to you, though not without a slightly fearful look in his eyes. the sight was beautiful, but his eyes didn’t just follow your finger. instead, they fixated back on you. your hair was slightly messy, eyes as wide as saucers, and there were crumbs from your burrito still on your cheek along with a little grease, but you were still the most beautiful thing in sight.

“yeah, very pretty.” he replied, eyes never leaving you. you glanced at him and found him already staring back at you. your stomach churned, and you had a feeling that it wasn't from your $4 burrito. he couldn’t be talking about… could he?

no no no... it was the alcohol in your system messing with your head. how could he mean that when you looked and sounded crazy? if you were him, you woulda kicked you out ages ago. you shook off the weird feeling and looked back up at the sky.

the two of you stargazed until you there were no more stars in sight. you ignored the electric shock you got every time his arm brushed against yours to point out different constellations to ask you about. you decided it was liquor that made you feel all fuzzy inside when he was close. it had to be.

right?

Summary: when a visa issue puts you at risk of leaving Japan, you end up in a fake engagement with your assistant satoru gojo as a last resort. but after meeting his family in kyoto and spending more time together, the line between performance and reality uncomfortably blurs.

Content warning: MDNI, plot w/no porn (for awhile hehe), mentions of deportation, brief mentions of infidelity between two individuals, work misconduct, n*oya z*nin, fake engagement, fake marriage, enemies to lovers, boss!reader x secretary!nerdjo, suguru, shoko, and nanamin cameo

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Please?

- Jujutsu Kaisen

Hiromi Higuruma x Reader

Oneshot | 18+ | Panty Sniffing

Word count 6.4k

Summary: You know his coffee order. He knows your running pace. Somehow, despite living three buildings apart and working in the same office, you’ve never really spoken. This all changes when you realize he might actually be more interested in you than you thought. 𓂃۶ৎ

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The first time you noticed Hiromi Higuruma was because he never seemed to be late. Every weekday at exactly 5:45 in the morning, his front door opened. Five minutes later, yours did too. The two of you lived three townhouses apart in a quiet complex wrapped around a small lake, following the same running trail that circled the neighborhood. Some mornings he ran ahead of you. Other mornings you’d catch up long enough to exchange a small nod before naturally falling back into your own pace. It had become such a familiar routine that seeing him almost felt as ordinary as watching the sun come up.

Work wasn’t much different. You both worked for the same company, only in different departments. Higuruma spent most of his days buried in the legal office while you worked downstairs in compliance. The occasional file would pass between your desks, accompanied by a polite “Thank you” or a quiet “Morning,” but neither of you ever lingered long enough to have an actual conversation. He always looked busy, and you had long convinced yourself he simply preferred being left alone.

Months slipped by like that, two people living nearly identical schedules without ever becoming part of each other’s lives. You knew he drank his coffee black because you saw him refill the same mug every morning in the office break room. He probably knew you preferred running without headphones, just as he’d noticed you always stretched by the clubhouse before heading home. You had become familiar strangers, connected by routine rather than words.

✩࿐࿔

Most days, there was always several feet between you, each keeping your own pace without acknowledging the other beyond a passing glance. Today was different. You’d started a little faster than usual, leaving him a short distance behind. A few minutes into the run, steady footsteps drew closer until he matched your pace without saying a word.

You glanced over at him out of curiosity. His eyes stayed forward, focused on the trail ahead as if running beside you was the most natural thing in the world. There was no greeting, no explanation, not even a nod. He simply adjusted his pace to yours and continued on, calm and unbothered.

You found yourself looking ahead again, suppressing a small smile. Neither of you spoke for the rest of the run, but for the first time, it didn’t feel like you were running alone. Curiosity got the better of you. Without thinking much of it, you picked up your pace. For a second, the only sound was your shoes striking the pavement. Then another set of footsteps quickened behind you. You glanced to your side just as Higuruma matched your speed with little effort, his breathing as steady as ever.

A laugh almost escaped you. “So that’s how it’s going to be?” He finally looked over. There it was. The smallest smile tugged at the corner of his lips, so brief you almost convinced yourself you’d imagined it. You smiled back before deliberately easing your pace. His stride never faltered. He gave you one last glance, his tired eyes checking you out, almost amused, before continuing ahead on the trail until his figure disappeared around the bend.

✩࿐࿔

The moment lingered in your mind longer than you cared to admit. Later that afternoon, while sorting through paperwork at your desk, you felt the unmistakable sensation of someone watching you. You looked up. Across the office, Higuruma stood outside the legal department with a file tucked beneath his arm. His eyes were already on you. For the first time since you’d met him, he didn’t immediately look away after being caught.

Instead, he held your gaze for a quiet second before giving a small, almost imperceptible nod. Then he turned and disappeared back into his office. You stared after him. The next morning, he beat you outside. You spotted him halfway around the lake, already well ahead of you. His pace was steady, shoulders relaxed as he followed the familiar trail. You figured that was the end of your strange little interaction from yesterday.

Until he looked back. Even from a distance, you noticed the brief glance over his shoulder. Then, almost casually, he eased his pace. Not enough to stop. Just enough. By the time you caught up, he was running beside you again as though he’d never intended to be anywhere else. You let out a quiet breath, shaking your head.

“…Is this some type of game?” He didn’t answer. He simply looked at you. That same faint smile appeared for barely a second before he faced forward again. No explanation. No teasing remark. Nothing. Yet somehow, that tiny smile told you all you needed to know. You couldn’t help smiling back as the two of you continued around the lake in comfortable silence. By the time work rolled around, you were beginning to think the morning hadn’t been a coincidence.

✩࿐࿔

The office break room was unusually quiet as you waited for the coffee machine to finish brewing. Resting one hand against the counter, you absentmindedly watched the dark liquid fill your mug. Something made you glance toward the hallway. The legal department sat just beyond a wall of glass offices, their blinds half-open. Through the narrow slats, you caught a familiar face. Higuruma.

He was looking directly at you. Not in passing. Not because he’d happened to glance over. He’d been watching. Your eyes met. For a split second, neither of you moved. Then, almost as if he’d been caught doing something he hadn’t meant to, he turned on his heel and disappeared down the hallway with surprising speed. You blinked. “…Okay.” A quiet laugh escaped you as you picked up your coffee.

It was oddly endearing. A little creepy. Maybe even a little suspicious. But more than anything… It made you curious. The man who barely spoke three words to you somehow found plenty of reasons to look your way. And if he thought he was being subtle… He wasn’t. Not anymore. That evening, you decided to go on a walk. The air had finally cooled enough to be pleasant, and the neighborhood was quiet as porch lights flickered on one by one.

Without thinking much of it, you followed your usual route. Which, unfortunately… Passed directly in front of Higuruma’s townhouse. You told yourself you weren’t looking for him. You were simply curious. His blinds were still open. As you walked by, your eyes drifted toward the living room. It was… cozy.

Warm lighting spilled across dark wooden shelves lined with books. A neatly folded blanket rested over the arm of the couch, and a record player sat in the corner beside a stack of vinyls. It looked exactly how you imagined his home would, quiet, organized, lived in. Then your gaze found him. Higuruma sat comfortably on the couch, shirtless, a pair of rectangular glasses resting low on the bridge of his large nose. One ankle was crossed over the opposite knee as he held an open book in one hand, lazily turning the page with the other. He wore dark sweatpants low on his hips. A deep and sharp v line leading down with a dark happy trail.

Your breath caught. Without the usual dress shirt hiding his frame, you realized just how broad his shoulders were. Defined muscle stretched across his chest and arms, softened only by the relaxed way he lounged against the cushions. The warm light traced every contour, making it impossible not to stare. You stopped walking altogether.

As if sensing it, Higuruma paused mid-page. His eyes slowly lifted above the rim of his glasses. Straight to the window. Straight to you. Your heart dropped. “Oh my God.” Heat rushed to your face. You spun on your heel so quickly you nearly tripped over your own feet before pretending you had somewhere very important to be, continuing down the sidewalk with an awkwardness that made your embarrassment even more obvious.

You refused to look back. There was absolutely no recovering from being caught shamelessly staring through your coworker’s window. Tomorrow morning’s run was going to be unbearable.

✩࿐࿔

The next morning, you seriously considered skipping your run. You didn’t. Unfortunately. The moment you stepped onto the trail, you spotted Higuruma several yards ahead. “…Maybe he’ll keep going.” He didn’t. As if he knew you were there, he slowed until your footsteps drew closer. Within moments, he was running beside you, his pace as even and effortless as ever. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

Your cheeks were already warm. The memory of shamelessly staring through his living room window replayed in your head over and over. After a long stretch of silence, he finally spoke. “…The book was good.” You frowned, glancing over. “What?” “The book.” His eyes remained on the trail ahead. “The one I was reading last night…” A small pause. “…when you were looking through my blinds.” Your entire body went rigid. You immediately looked away, wishing the sidewalk would open beneath your feet. “I-I wasn’t-” “It was good,” he said simply.

There wasn’t a hint of annoyance in his voice. If anything… He sounded amused. Before you could think of a response, he gradually picked up his pace. Within seconds, he was several strides ahead. You stared after him in disbelief. “…He absolutely did that on purpose.” For the first time since you’d known him… You heard him laugh. It was quiet. Brief. But unmistakable. You spent the rest of the morning pretending the run hadn’t happened.

It was easier said than done. Every time someone from the legal department walked past your desk, your eyes instinctively lifted. Around noon, a familiar shadow stopped beside you. You looked up to find Higuruma standing there, a manila folder tucked beneath one arm. “These were approved,” he said, setting the folder on your desk. “Thanks.” He didn’t leave. Instead, one of his large hands rested against the edge of your desk.

You found yourself looking at it before your eyes slowly traveled upward. He was already looking at you. His expression was unreadable, but there was something unmistakably weary in his eyes, the kind of exhaustion that seemed permanent, softened only by the way he watched you now. Neither of you spoke. The office buzzed around you, yet the silence between you felt strangely private.

Then, without a word, he reached toward the cup holding your pens. His fingers hovered for a moment before selecting your favorite black pen. He clicked it once. Twice. Before you could speak, he turned and walked back toward the legal department as if he’d done nothing unusual. You blinked. “…Did he just steal my pen?” You stared after him, half expecting him to look back. He didn’t. A laugh escaped under your breath as you shook your head.

“…Is this his version of flirting?” For the rest of the afternoon, you caught yourself glancing at the legal department. Sure enough, every now and then, that same black pen appeared in Higuruma’s hand as he worked.

✩࿐࿔

By the time you got home, the sun had begun to sink below the townhouses, casting everything in a warm orange glow. You wrestled a few grocery bags out of your trunk, balancing them awkwardly against your hip before making your way toward your front door. Halfway there, your eyes drifted down the row of homes. Three houses down, Higuruma stood on his front porch.

A cigarette rested between his fingers, its ember glowing softly each time he took a slow drag. One hand was tucked into the pocket of his sweatpants, his shoulders relaxed after what had probably been another long day at work. He wasn’t looking at the street. He was looking at you. Your steps slowed. Even from the distance, there was no mistaking it. His gaze had already found you. He didn’t wave. Didn’t nod. He simply watched. Heat crept into your cheeks.

After everything that had happened over the past few days…the morning runs, the book comment, the stolen pen… you suddenly became painfully aware of how often the two of you seemed to catch each other staring. You quickly looked away, pretending to fumble with your keys instead. Don’t look back. You unlocked your front door as calmly as you could, slipping inside with your groceries. The moment the door clicked shut behind you, you leaned against it and let out a long sigh. “…He’s definitely doing this on purpose now.”

Dinner had turned out better than you expected. Instead of eating inside, you carried your plate onto the small back porch attached to your townhouse. It wasn’t much, a single chair, a little table, and a wooden railing overlooking the narrow stretch of yards that separated your row of homes, but it was peaceful. The sky melted into shades of orange and pink as the sun dipped lower. You pulled your knees to your chest after finishing your meal, resting your chin on them while the evening breeze drifted across the neighborhood.

It had become your favorite time of day. Once your plate was empty, you carried it back inside before returning with a cigarette tucked between your fingers. The lighter clicked. The tip glowed. You leaned back in your chair, exhaling slowly into the warm air. A moment later… Shhhk. The unmistakable sound of a sliding glass door echoed from somewhere nearby. Your eyes wandered across the back patios until they landed a few houses down.

Higuruma stepped outside. This time… He hadn’t noticed you. His reading glasses rested low on his nose as he walked barefoot onto his deck, dressed only in a pair of dark briefs. His bulge much larger than you’d ever like to admit. You never expected him to wear briefs, but you also weren’t surprised at all. The evening light caught against the broad line of his shoulders as he stretched once before reaching for a watering can waiting beside the door.

You hadn’t expected that. He wandered from pot to pot with surprising care, tipping the watering can just enough for each plant. Ferns, herbs, a few flowering pots, you hadn’t realized he kept a little garden back there. He looked… peaceful. Nothing like the exhausted attorney who spent all day buried beneath paperwork. You absentmindedly took another drag from your cigarette. Unfortunately… That was the exact moment he stretched. Your eyes lingered a second too long. The smoke hit the back of your throat.

You nearly choked, covering your mouth as you tried to muffle the fit. Your eyes watered instantly. “…Seriously?” You hurriedly looked away, praying he hadn’t heard you from three patios over. Whether he had or not… You weren’t brave enough to find out. After your coughing finally settled, you sat there in complete silence, staring at the glowing tip of your cigarette. Please don’t let him have heard that. You counted to five before convincing yourself it was safe to look again. Slowly, your eyes drifted back toward his patio. Higuruma wasn’t watering his plants anymore. He was looking at you. Not accidentally. Not in passing. He’d stopped entirely, the watering can hanging loosely from one hand as his tired eyes rested on you from several townhouses away.

Your breath caught. So… He’d noticed you after all. The moment your eyes met, his expression shifted ever so slightly. Almost like he’d just realized he’d been caught. He cleared his throat, looked away, and without another second of hesitation, turned around. The sliding glass door opened. Closed. And he was gone. You blinked. “Seriously?” A laugh escaped before you could stop it. It wasn’t smug. It was… adorable.

This intimidating attorney, the man everyone at work treated with quiet respect, had just fled inside his own house because you’d caught him staring. Like a teenager with his first crush. You smiled to yourself, taking one last drag from your cigarette before putting it out. “…He’s so awkward.” For the first time since all of this had started, you wondered if Higuruma was just as confused by whatever was happening between the two of you as you were.

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By the time the weekend rolled around, you were grateful for the break. No morning commute. No paperwork. No trying to pretend you weren’t constantly bumping into the same quiet attorney. Your best friend had come over that afternoon, the two of you spending hours talking about everything and nothing. By sunset, you were both perched on the front porch steps, sharing a cigarette while the neighborhood settled into its usual peaceful silence.

“…So,” your friend began, eyeing you with a grin. “How’s your weird work-neighbor-crush situation going?” “I don’t have a crush.” “Mhm.” “I don’t.” “You literally just smiled.” “I did not.” Before your friend could argue further, the sound of a car turning into the neighborhood caught your attention. A familiar black bmw pulled into a driveway three houses down. Higuruma. He climbed out dressed far more casually than you’d ever seen him before. A loose charcoal T-shirt hugged his frame, paired with dark jeans and well-worn sneakers. Without his usual button-up and tie, he looked… younger.

More approachable. He shut the driver’s door and instinctively glanced toward your townhouse. His steps slowed. When he noticed you sitting outside… He froze. For a second, it looked like he was debating whether to pretend he hadn’t seen you. Instead, after an almost comical amount of hesitation, he lifted one hand into the smallest, most awkward wave imaginable. You stared. Then, just as awkwardly, you lifted your own hand.

“…Hi.” You said almost to yourself. He smiled. Not a big smile. Just enough for the corners of his mouth to lift, looking oddly pleased with himself, as though he’d just accomplished something that had taken an unreasonable amount of courage. Then he gave a single nod, turned, and continued up his driveway before disappearing inside his townhouse. Silence.

Your friend slowly turned to look at you. “…Was that the guy?” You nodded. “…He’s kind of a dork.” You laughed, unable to disagree. “…Yeah.” You watched his front door close from the corner of your eye. For someone who argued cases for a living… The man certainly struggled to wave hello.

✩࿐࿔

Monday morning arrived far too quickly. The weekend had given you just enough distance to convince yourself you’d imagined half the strange little moments between you and Higuruma. Then, around ten that morning… He appeared at your office door. A manila folder rested beneath his arm. “I have those revisions,” he said quietly. “Oh, thanks.” He stepped inside and placed the folder on your desk. You expected him to leave. He didn’t. Instead, he stood there. Silent.

You continued organizing the papers in front of you for another second before the feeling of being watched became impossible to ignore. Slowly, you lifted your head. Higuruma was already looking at you. Not through you. At you. His tired brown eyes held yours for what felt like an eternity. “Yes…?” you finally asked. He blinked. “…Um.” His fingers adjusted the cuff of his sleeve. “I just…” He looked away for a split second before meeting your eyes again. “I wanted to…” Another pause.

“Well, I…” Knock. Neither of you had time to react before Andrew strolled into your office like he owned the place.“Yo,” he said, tossing a document onto your desk. “Here’s that document you asked for.” The folder landed with a loud slap. “Oh, hey, Higuruma.” “Good morning,” Higuruma replied automatically. “Cool. See ya.” Andrew turned around just as casually as he’d entered and disappeared down the hallway. Silence returned.

You looked back at Higuruma. He stood there for another second, looking as though he’d completely forgotten whatever he’d been trying to say. “…Another time,” he murmured. An awkward smile tugged at his lips before he gave a small nod and quietly excused himself. You watched him walk back toward the legal department. “…He was definitely going to ask me something.” The only question was… What had taken enough courage for Hiromi Higuruma to rehearse it, only to abandon it the moment someone interrupted?

That night, after showering and changing into an oversized T-shirt, you flopped onto your bed with your phone in hand. You’d barely settled beneath the blankets when a notification lit up your screen. Hiromi Higuruma sent you a friend request. You stared at it for a second. “…No way.” A smile tugged at your lips. Of course he had Facebook. You pictured him agonizing over whether to press the button for at least twenty minutes before finally deciding to do it.

You accepted the request. Not even three minutes later… Ding. Higuruma liked your profile picture. Ding. Another. Ding. Another. You blinked as the notifications kept appearing. One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six. Every single one was a picture of you. One from the beach. One from your birthday. One with your friends. One from a concert. You covered your mouth to stop yourself from laughing. “He is so weird.”

There wasn’t anything creepy about it. If anything… It felt incredibly on brand. Like he’d finally worked up the courage to add you, only to accidentally reveal exactly how much he’d been looking through your profile. Curiosity got the better of you. You tapped on his page. It was almost empty. Exactly what you’d expected. A picture of a mug of black coffee sitting beside an open book. Another from a hiking trail overlooking the mountains. No caption. Just the view. Then you reached the most recent photo. Your smile softened.

Higuruma sat on his couch wearing those same rectangular glasses you’d caught him reading in before. His hair was slightly messier than usual, and pressed against the side of his face was an impossibly fluffy white cat, happily demanding attention while he looked thoroughly unbothered. The caption consisted of one word. Cloud. “You have a cat…” You laughed quietly to yourself. Somehow, that single picture told you more about him than months of running beside each other ever had.

You gave the photo a like before locking your phone. As you set it on your nightstand, one thought lingered in your mind. The quiet attorney who barely spoke at work… Apparently had a cat named Cloud. And apparently… Had spent enough time on your profile to like six pictures before realizing he probably should’ve slowed down.

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“R-right there, oh! F-fuck~” you moaned loud, your head falling back onto the dark grey pillows. Your back arched, his hand reached up and pinched one of your already hard nipples. Looking back down, his tongue pushed hard into your entrance, your legs squeezing against his head. He held your hips and kept tasting you. His large nose brushing against your clit. “Keep going, I’m g-gunna cum~” you whined. He looked back up at you and his tongue swirled against your clit. Feeling you pull his hair hard your body jolted. “O-oh~ Hiromi!” You yelled while your body squirmed. “Oh~ yes! H-hiromi I-“ BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

His eyes flew open. The ceiling of his bedroom replaced the dream in an instant. “…Damn it.” With a tired groan, he slapped the alarm clock until the beeping stopped. Silence settled over the room, broken only by his frustrated sigh as he scrubbed a hand over his face. Of all the mornings… He sat on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the floor.

“…Get a grip,” he muttered to himself. He’d spent weeks trying not to think about you outside of work. Then outside of your morning runs. Then outside of your awkward little interactions. Clearly, his subconscious hadn’t gotten the memo. After a long moment, he reached for his glasses on the nightstand. Cloud, still curled into a fluffy white ball beside his pillow, blinked up at him with sleepy eyes before letting out a tiny meow. Higuruma sighed again.

“Don’t look at me like that.” The cat blinked once. “…It wasn’t my fault.” ~ Higuruma was already on the trail by the time you stepped outside. He was only a few yards ahead. Like clockwork, he glanced over his shoulder after hearing your footsteps. His pace slowed. You couldn’t help smiling. You picked up your own pace until you were running beside him, the two of you naturally settling into the familiar rhythm that had somehow become yours.

For a while, only the sound of your shoes against the pavement filled the quiet morning. Then you looked over. “Good morning.” He turned his head just enough to meet your eyes. “…Good morning.” His voice was still rough from just waking up. You smiled to yourself. That was it. Two words. Yet somehow, after weeks of exchanged glances, awkward waves, stolen pens, and silent runs, it felt like the longest conversation the two of you had ever had.

Neither of you spoke again. You didn’t need to. For the first time since you started running together, the silence didn’t belong to two strangers. It belonged to two people who were finally getting comfortable in each other’s company. The run ended like every other morning. You slowed to a walk near the entrance of the neighborhood, catching your breath while Higuruma slowed with you. Silence settled between you. He looked like he wanted to say something. Several times, actually. His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. But he never said anything, once both of you finished your run, you got ready for work.

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Something had changed. You noticed it almost immediately. Every time Higuruma walked past your office that morning, he’d glance inside. If you happened to look up… He smiled. Just a small one. Then he kept walking. The first time, you thought nothing of it. The second time made you curious. By the fourth pass… You laughed under your breath. When he appeared a fifth time carrying absolutely nothing, you leaned back in your chair.

“…Hiromi.” He stopped in the doorway. “…Yes?” “You’ve walked past my office five times.” “…Have I?” “You have.” A beat of silence. “…Would you like to come in?” He blinked. “…Am I that obvious?” “A little.” He let out the quietest sigh of defeat before stepping inside your office. “I wasn’t trying to be.” “I know.” He stood there awkwardly with his hands in his pockets, looking around your office as though he’d forgotten why he’d come.

You smiled. “So…” “…So.” “You’ve made it in.” “…I have.” “And now?” He looked at you for a long moment before giving a sheepish smile. “…I didn’t think I’d get this far.” You laughed so suddenly that it caught him off guard. His own smile grew wider in response. “I think you have noticed I am.. attracted to you..” he said awkwardly. You laughed softly and nodded. “I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable if that is the case.” “That’s not the case” you laughed. “I think you’re attractive too” his eyes widened a bit. He smiled and fixed his tie. “I…” he started to say, his voice died out. He stepped backward slowly, you watched him shut your office door. He laughed quietly while walking back to your desk again.

He seemed very nervous now, “I have… a weird question”, you looked up at him curiously. You nodded and waved your arms as in saying “Go ahead”. He smiled almost sheepishly, “If this is too much… I understand. But… tomorrow… after you run in the morning…” he stared at you, his words almost seemed to be choking him to try and leave his throat. “Could I have your underwear after your run?” He finally said. The silence filled the room. You blinked a few times, not believing he just asked that. His jaw clenched as he waited for your response. “My underwear?” “Yes” he replied quickly. “But I sweat-“ “I want them dirty.” You stared at him again. Your own cheeks started to burn. You crossed your legs from nervousness.

“Well I…” you looked into his eyes and found no teasing. You smiled softly, “I don’t see why not” you replied softly. His own smile widened. His nose flared for a second, he stood up straighter and looked very pleased with himself. “Thank you.. I will be looking forward to this tomorrow.” He opened your office door and left. You stared at the door for much longer than you realized before trying to focus back on your paperwork. He really just asked for your dirty underwear, and for some reason, you liked it.

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The next morning, you woke up earlier than usual. For a few seconds, you stared blankly at the ceiling, still half-asleep. Then you remembered. Your underwear. You buried your face into your pillow with a quiet groan. “Oh my God…” Hiromi Higuruma had actually asked you for them. And you had actually said yes. There was no taking that back now. By the time you stepped outside, the sun had barely begun to rise. The neighborhood was still quiet, the morning air cool against your skin. And, just like every other morning, Higuruma was already on the trail. He noticed you almost immediately. His pace slowed. You approached him, trying desperately to act normal. “Good morning.” His eyes shifted toward you. “Good morning.” His voice was slightly deeper than usual, still rough from sleep.

You ran beside him, both of you falling into your familiar rhythm. For the first few minutes, neither of you mentioned what had happened yesterday. But you could feel him glance at you every so often. Eventually, you looked over.“What?” “Nothing.” “You keep looking at me.” He faced forward again. “I wasn’t.” “You were.” A faint smile appeared on his face. “…Perhaps.” You laughed quietly. The rest of the run passed almost normally, although there was an unmistakable tension between you now. Every time your eyes met, you both seemed to remember the conversation from yesterday. When you finally reached the neighborhood entrance, you slowed to a walk. Higuruma stopped beside you. He adjusted his glasses, breathing steadily as he looked at you.

“I’ll see you at work.” You nodded. “Yeah.” He hesitated. Then his eyes flicked briefly toward you before returning to your face. “…Don’t forget.” Your cheeks immediately warmed. “I won’t.” His expression softened into a small, satisfied smile. “Good.” Then he turned and headed toward his townhouse. You watched him disappear inside before quietly muttering to yourself. “Unbelievable.” You hurried home. Once inside, you showered and changed, but the thought remained in the back of your mind. Eventually, you stood in front of your dresser, staring down at what you’d promised him. After a moment of hesitation, you carefully folded it and slipped it into a small pouch inside your purse.

You stared at the purse afterward. This was ridiculous. You were actually bringing your underwear to work for your quiet, awkward coworker. And somehow, the strangest part was that you were looking forward to seeing his reaction.

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By the time you arrived at the office, you’d almost managed to convince yourself that you’d forgotten about it. Almost. Your purse sat beside your desk. You tried to focus on your paperwork, answering emails and sorting through documents while occasionally glancing toward the doorway. Nothing. Thirty minutes passed. Then an hour. You were beginning to wonder if Higuruma had changed his mind. Until someone knocked lightly on your office door. You looked up. Higuruma stood in the doorway. His expression was composed, but you immediately noticed the nervousness in the way his fingers rested against the folder tucked beneath his arm. “Come in.” He stepped inside. Then, without saying anything, he reached behind himself and quietly shut the door.

Your heart skipped. He turned back toward you. For several seconds, neither of you spoke. His eyes briefly moved toward your purse. Then back to you. “…You brought them?” Your face heated instantly. You nodded. “I did.” He swallowed. For once, the usually composed attorney looked completely caught off guard by his own request. He stepped closer to your desk, lowering his voice. “Thank you.” You smiled softly. “You’re welcome.” His gaze lingered on you. There was something different about it now. Less uncertain. More deliberate. He placed the folder on your desk, but neither of you looked at it. Instead, Higuruma stood there quietly, his attention fixed entirely on you. “I wasn’t sure you actually would.” “I said I would.” “I know.” A tiny smile tugged at his mouth.

“I just wasn’t expecting you to.” You tilted your head. “Why?” He hesitated. Then he gave a quiet, almost embarrassed laugh. “I know it was weird to ask if you” he said shyly. You smiled and grabbed your purse. You pulled out your folded small thong you wore this morning. Your favorite pair. You looked up at him and held them out for him. A small smile appeared on your face, he gulped. He stepped back and shut your blinds to your office room. He came back and almost snatched them from your hand. He held them out and it seemed like he forgot you were even there. “They might be a bit-“ you stopped talking when he pressed your underwear to his nose. His eyes shut and a loud sniff noise filled the room. He exhaled slowly. He took another deep breath. You covered your mouth, you didn’t know what you expected but it wasn’t this.

“Jesus Christ.” He said while smelling it again. Your mouth parted a bit, you started to sweat. “You smell amazing….Incredible…delicious.” He said while opening his eyes and looking at you. He started to walk around the desk. “May I?” He asked while getting down on his knees in front of your chair. “W-what?” “May I smell your underwear you have on now?” Your mouth dropped. He looked up at you desperately. You could feel your underwear you had on right now was a bit soiled from your body’s reaction to him sniffing your dirty underwear. You felt almost embarrassed. “Please?” He added. You eventually nodded and his hands came underneath your skirt, trailing up your thighs he pulled down your underwear, slipping them off from your heels. They were wet, he noticed and didn’t judge you. Instead, his tongue came and licked the wet spot, your eyes widened.

He made a soft moan, you looked over at your unlocked office door and then back down at Hiromi between your legs. He sucked on your underwear, smelling and tasting them. His hand came to your thigh and he squeezed it. “Can I taste you? I need to taste you.” He said with almost a panick in his voice. “I… Hiromi were at work-“ “Just for a moment? Please. I can beg?” He said quickly while coming closer between your legs. “Please” Your own thighs parted from his movement and you could feel the cool air on your folds. “Please let me taste you” His eyes darted downward to your own womanhood. “You are so perfect… I need this. I need to taste you… I can’t- fuck.” He looked back up at you and you didn’t respond. His hands came and pulled your skirt back more, you covered your mouth and he shoved his tongue between your folds. Your chair made a sound when you quickly spread your legs wider and arched your back.

He started to eat you out like a man that was starving. He held your legs tightly, not letting you move. He moaned against your vulva. His tongue swirling against your clit and shoving into your entrance. He focused on tongue fucking your entrance, his large nose rubbing against your clit. You grabbed onto your desk and tried to stay composed. His mouth pleasing you better than any man you’ve met before. He pulled you a bit off of your chair, your ass hanging off now he held you and tasted you better than before. “Oh my g-god~” you said quietly. He stoped and looked up at you, your own liquid trailing from his nose and his chin. His lips were flushed. “Keep talking please, your sweet voice god~” he whimpered, going back down on you. You moaned softly, “F-feels so good~” you moaned out softly. He moaned against your clit, sucking it and licking it.

Your body jolted feeling your own clit start to throb. “Close~” you said with disbelief. Your eyes threw open and you held your mouth shut. Your own orgasm coming quicker than you knew was possible. Your body twitched against him and your walls fluttered. White cream leaked out of you and he licked all of it. Shoving his tongue inside of you with greed. “God you taste incredible. Thank you… thank you so much you’re a goddess” he mumbled against your folds between kissing them. You caught your breath and looked done at him with glassy eyes. You then threw your head back and turned to the side. Seeing the time it was 9:57. Your eyes widened and you looked back down at him. “You… you need to get back to your 10 am meeting Hiromi before someone.. before someone tries to find you” you said while breathing heavy. He nodded and helped you put back on your underwear. He put your dirty underwear into his suit pocket. “Thank you…” he said while you tried to sit back in your chair like normal. You cleared your throat, “Just go Hiromi” you said embarrassed, your cheeks red.

He came back around the desk and kissed your hand, you laughed and told him to go. “You need to go now” you said with urgency, trying not to laugh. He nodded with a smile “Sorry you’re just-“ “Go!” You said making him jump a bit. He hurried out of the room, a huge smile on his face as he shut the door. You laughed and covered your face. What the hell just happened?

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it was a quiet night, and toji was washing up the dirty dishes after you made some delicious dinner for the both of you. it was now time to wind-down, and get cozy for the remainder of the night.

you softly hummed to yourself as you patter into the bathroom, gently cracking the door behind you, knowing toji may want to come in and give you some kisses when you bathe… or just sit on the toilet and watch you.

you moved with ease, almost robotically as you prepared a hot bath and began to undress— knowing your routine, but not necessarily focusing on each action. as you undressed, you decided to look in the mirror, just to make sure the tub wasn’t overflowing.

but instead, your gaze landed on your reflection. you don’t typically analyze yourself, since toji is always constantly telling you how “beautiful” and how “soft” you are. but… you began to feel self-conscious.

your eyes flicker over the pouch on your abdomen, the stretch marks on hips and upper thighs, and the way your body slightly jiggled with each movement. you swallowed hard— “this is what my boyfriend has been praising?” you thought sadly to yourself.

you kept critically examining your body, your eyes misting with tears. your hands slowly move up to rest over your stomach, a lump in your throat.

“what’re ya doin', baby?” you heard suddenly, your head whipping towards the doorway. toji stood shirtless, muscular arms crossed over his pectorals, eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“t-toji! i… uhm...” you stammered over your words, quickly wiping away your tears and trying to redirect your focus away from your body. “just preparing my bath. do you need to use the bathroom—?“

“why are your eyes wet?” he ignores your question, stepping closer to you and closing the door behind him. “you were crying. i ain’t fuckin' stupid, doll.” toji murmurs as he looks down at your body. you could see the prominent print of his cock already hardening beneath his sweats.

you didn’t answer him, feeling too shameful, too disgusting to even look him in the eyes. you shyly bit your lip, crossing your arms over the parts of yourself that you hate most. “i’m fine, really—“

you then gasped as you felt his rough hands yank your arms away from your body, his smoldering gaze never leaving your own. “don’t you dare cover yourself. don’t you ever fuckin' hide from me, understand?” toji growled with frustration, carefully backing your body up against the wall. “now. tell me what’s got ya all worked up.”

“i’m hideous, toji. look at me! i’m just… god— i’ve gained weight, and my skin is stretching, and—!” you were interrupted as his hands cupped your soft face, firmly pressing his lips onto yours in a demanding, yet reassuring kiss. you had no choice but to melt into the action despite your anxiety and shame, a little mewl slipping from your throat as your lips part, his tongue meeting with yours, saliva mixing.

“mmp— shit.” toji breathed against your mouth, before breaking the contact, a string of saliva connected to your tongues as you pant. “you think you’re hideous, huh? you think i give a shit about some extra weight?” toji questions rhetorically, his hands slowly sliding down your soft arms. “tch. if i didn’t like your body, don’t ya think i wouldn’t have committed to you? i know what the fuck i like, doll.”

you were a tad stunned from his words, your cheeks rosy with blush as he uses one hand to reach over and shut off the bath nozzle, and the other to grab the back of your neck. “i don’t like seein' my girl all sad because of some thoughts that ain’t even true. the only words that should matter to you… are mine.” toji uses his grip on your neck to pull you even closer. “c'mon. fuck the bath, you need a good reminder bout' this pretty body of yours.”

that’s how you ended up in the bed. completely naked and vulnerable, laying on your back, every curve and inch to his glory. toji hovers over you as he looks into your teary eyes, his expression a bit softer than it was a couple of seconds ago. “i need ya to be nicer to yourself, babygirl. need you to see yourself the way i do.”

he then leans down, slowly planting hot, wet kisses to the sensitive skin on your neck, forcing you to shiver and moan softly with need. “aah— toji…” you whimpered, lips quivering.

“yeah… i know, baby.” he whispers hotly against your skin, smirking and trailing his lips downward, using his wet tongue to lick a stripe down your throat and towards your sternum. “be a good girl f'me. let me worship ya.” toji then uses his rough hands to fondle your breasts, giving them a playful squeeze, before taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the hardening bud.

“hah—! you don’t… you don’t have to— eek!” your protest was quickly shut down with a pinch to your other nipple. “don’t wanna hear that shit.” he muffles stubbornly against your tit. as he flourishes his mouth and hands on your breasts, leaving hickeys and imprints on your skin from his fingers, he uses his knee to knock your thighs apart, giving him more access.

toji then lowers his head to your stomach, and he immediately notices the way you mentally shrink, the way you become tense and flustered. “this tummy is perfect, doll. it’s soft, it’s the perfect place to rest my damn head. i love rubbin' it and holding it.” he whispers as he presses kisses to your stomach while grabbing your hips, making you gasp. “toji!” you felt a conflicting mix of emotions. embarrassment, vulnerability, and arousal.

you look down at him, his eyes already fixated on your own. he looked desperate to get his point across, to erase those foolish thoughts that roam your mind. “love watchin' this tummy jiggle when i fuck ya, love the way it presses against your clothing.” he continues to praise, before his fingers brush against the stretch marks on your upper thighs and hips.

his face was now leveled with your soft, wet cunt, you could feel his breath against your folds, making you squirm. “i love you, baby. i love your softness, love the way i can just squeeze you and grab onto ya.” he murmurs, before grinning. “you think you’re hideous? well i think you’re perfect. and you need a real man to make you feel so.”

you could feel yourself getting emotional, his words a soothing balm on the wounds within your mind. but before you could get all teary-eyed and gushy, you felt his hot, wet tongue aim for your clit, swirling and flicking the bud. “ooh—! toji!” you cried out, panting and mewling so sweetly as he feasts on your pretty cunt. your fingers tangle into his hair as you tilt your head back, closing your eyes and just feeling it all, mouth agape.

“look at me, babygirl. watch me praise this pretty pussy.” he growls against your flesh, licking upppp and downnnn, his hands holding your plump thighs up and over his shoulders to keep you anchored and close. “tell me. tell me you’re pretty, tell me you’re perfect just the way you are.” he demands, shoving his tongue inside of your wet, gummy walls, thrusting and swirling it effortlessly.

you could barely register his words as you moan and squeal with pleasure, your flushed face and teary eyes gazing down at him with pleasure and embarrassment. “b-but— hah—!” you whined as he gave a little pinch to your little clit. “none of that.” he warns, your slick smearing on his chin and mouth as he stares up at you with no shame, sucking and licking your pussy with such raw and knowing need.

swallowing down your nervousness, you listen to his command. “i’m… i’m pretty. a-and perfect.” you whimpered unconfidently, which earns a hum from him, the vibration shooting up your clit. “hm… again.” he grins, using his leverage on your thighs to yank you closer, barely any space between his mouth and your poor cunt now, his tongue flicking your clit as he watches you expectantly.

“i-im pretty! i’m perfect!” you cried out, hips twitching and legs quivering as you felt a familiar heat pooling in your belly. he groans with utter satisfaction. “fuck yes. damn right you are, doll. my perfect, pretty girl.” he breathes out, his nose nuzzling against your folds.

toji then puts in his full effort, sitting himself up and using one hand to rest on your lower abdomen, thumb rubbing tight motions on your clit, while his other hand is being used to finger-fuck you, two of his calloused digits curling and pumping deep inside of you hard and fast, the obscene noises of your pleasure filling the space.

“heh. can feel you squeezin' me so tight.” toji smirks, before leaning down to sloppy kiss you, continuing his ministrations as you moan and pant into the kiss, body tingling and twitching uncontrollably. “g-gonna cum! toji!” you squealed, his tongue shoving itself between your lips, making you suck on it and move your own tongue with his. “mmm…” he hums, his own cock twitching and leaking with precum against your skin.

just a second later, your thighs lock and your back slightly arches as you cry out, the sound muffled against his mouth as your pussy spasms and clenches, releasing your slick and your desperation onto his fingers and palm. “fuckkkkk. you’re soakin' me.” toji groans as he breaks the kiss, panting heavily against your face as he continues to finger you with fast precision, your walls clenching against his digits.

he eventually slows down as you come down from your high, left sweaty, covered in hickeys, and desperate for more of his worship. “aah— t-toji… that was so good. soso good.” you babbled, drool on your chin.

toji looks down at you, a mixture of lust and adoration swirling in his irises as he chuckles, slowly rejecting his fingers out of your hole, a little whine coming from you. “damn, baby. you did a number on me.” he teases, holding up his hand to his face, examining the stringy, slimy slick on his fingers, before stuffing them between his lips and licking them clean quite vulgarly in front of you, making you squirm and cover your face. “geez… toji!”

“we still ain’t done yet, though. need to really make sure you understand when i say you’re perfect.” he coos, shifting himself to sit on his knees between your legs, wrapping his hand around his hard, throbbing cock, and giving it a little tap on your pussy, making you gasp. “need to worship you even deeper.”

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his hands. probably your favorite body part of his that you’re in love with. aside from his dick.

you just loooove how huge his hands are in comparison to yours; how his calloused fingers intertwine perfectly with your softer ones, encasing your hand whole. you always make him hold your hand when the two of you are out and about, and he happily obliges. you love when he holds your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over your skin and occasionally bringing it up to his face to plant a kiss. an act of sincerity, his ownership.

you also love when his hands can’t stop moving all over your body. it could start innocent — running his hand up and down your back to soothe you or while you’re telling him about your day, rubbing on your thigh while you’re sitting together, resting it on the back of your neck while he kisses your pretty face — then, it’ll turn dirty, more possessive.

he’ll have his hand wrapped around your throat while he trails his kisses lower — your cheek, alongside your jawline, traveling to your neck. instinctively, you’ll move your head to the side, allowing him more room. that’s when his soft kisses will turn into something hungrier. now, he’s adding his tongue into the mix, swiping the warm muscle along your skin, swirling it against your pulse point. then, his lips will wrap around a section of your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin as dark purple bruises already make themselves present. you’ll squirm in his touch, thighs squeezing together as quiet whines erupt from your throat.

“toji, please..” you’ll whisper, hands finding the collar of his shirt to tug him closer. his eyebrow cocks up, barely meeting your eyes before his lips temporarily leave your neck to speak.

“please, what? tell me what you need, pretty girl.”

your lips press into a thin line, embarrassed to spit out the dirty thoughts swarming your mind. he’ll disappointedly hum, his grip around your neck a tad slighter. “now, i know im not talking to myself here.”

you let out a choked squeal, your own hands coming up to wrap around his wrist. it shouldn’t turn you on; the way he’s squeezing your breath out of you, eyes darkening with each passing second, but it does, and the pool forming in your panties was only increasing.

“toji..” you whisper, your nails digging into his wrist. he’ll only chuckle at your futile attempt at removing his hand, until his grip eases just enough to let you speak in full.

“go on.”

you swallow thickly, chest heaving up and down to catch your breath. the following words come up like vomit, unable to stop them from leaving your lips. “touch me. please, toji.. need you.”

and that’s all it takes for him to slide his hand into your soaked panties, immediately making contact with your pussy. he runs one of his fingers through your folds, before sliding it into your already quivering hole. you could hear just how wet you were, your juices allowing him to slide into you with ease.

“aw, my girl’s so needy already. how cute.” he’ll mockingly say, before sliding another finger into your heat. your hips immediately buck against his hand, chasing the friction as if you’ve never been touched before.

his pace starts off agonizingly slow, digits dragging along your warm walls. fortunately, it wasn’t enough for you. “toooji, need more. please..”

and how could he deny you when you’re asking so nicely?

the edge of his lips curl into a smirk as he begins plunging his fingers in and out of you at an aggressive pace; curling his digits inside you, aiming to find that special spot that only he can reach. you let out the prettiest whimper, grinding your hips against his hand, as your eyes roll to the back of your head in pure bliss. at the same time, the pad of his fingers nudge against your sensitive spongy spot, making your eyes fly open.

“hnngh!—right there, oh, fuck..!”

“right,” he slowly retreats his fingers from inside you, before slamming them right back into you, making direct contact with that same spot. “here, baby?” oh, he enjoyed that more than you, probably.

“yesyesyesyes, please, toji, don’t stop!”

not like he planned to.

“such a nasty girl, you are. you like when i ruin you like this, don’t you? wreck this pretty little pussy?”

you could only rapidly nod your head, too immersed in the pleasure to form words, only incoherent babbles of pleasure. toji’s other hand came up to your lips, gently rubbing his fingers along your mouth before he slid them past your parted lips. you naturally wrapped your lips around his digits, swirling your tongue along his skin, drool already threatening to spill. “just like that, pretty girl, juuust like you’re sucking this dick.”

he slid his fingers deeper in your mouth, his eyes never leaving you. you looked so pretty taking his fingers in your mouth and your pussy, making his dick harden by the second. he imagined it was your lips wrapped around his head, as your tongue swirled around his flushed tip. you’d be such a good girl, looking up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. he could feel himself twitching in his pants, imagining he would shove all of his nine inches down your throat. instead, he used his fingers, pushing them to the back of your throat, making you gag and your body heave. he watched closely as a drop of saliva fell from your lips, rolling down to your jaw.

“god, you’re filthy. look at you, going dumb on my fingers. pathetic.”

his words shot straight down to your core, making your walls clamp around his digits. he mumbled a fuck, before his fingers speed up inside you tenfold, jolting your body with every thrust. you could feel a knot in your lower half beginning to form, intensely, as your walls fluttered around toji’s fingers. he hummed, before sliding his fingers out of your mouth. he rested his hand on the side of your cheek, rubbing your own drool into your skin.

“you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you baby?” to which you bobbed your head up and down quickly, dragging your bottom lip under your teeth.

“words.”

your legs closed around his wrist, hands traveling down to grab hold onto his wrist. your nails dug into his skin, unsure if you were trying to stop him or pull him closer. “toji, please, im gonna—mmfh—cum! im so close..”

you could hear the wet plaps of his palm slapping against your cunt. his thumb swiped your clit, making your body jump. his eyebrow twitched, before he repeated the action, this time more aggressive than the last. the stimulation was too much for you. he was torturing your poor pussy with no means of stopping anytime soon. “cum for me, baby. make a mess on daddy’s fingers.”

that was all it took for you to unravel around his fingers; walls tightening around him, hips bucking against him. your hearing went fuzzy, vision going white, only the feeling of your orgasm overtaking you as you released your sweet nectar onto his digits. his thrusting slowed slightly, allowing you to ride out your high. “atta girl. let it all out.”

your orgasm felt like it never stopped. your entire lower half tingled, body squirming as he brought you futher to your climax. when you finally came to, struggling to catch your breath, your body went slack against his. he slid his fingers out of you, then brought them up to your quivering lips. naturally, you took them into your mouth, the taste of your own orgasm settling on your tastebuds. it was sweet, yet salty, something that your boyfriend was obsessed with. you sucked every bit of your juices off of his fingers, ever so innocently maintaining eye contact with him. he could feel his pants tightening around his length with each passing second, yearning for you in ways that you didn’t realize.

once his fingers finally pulled out from your mouth, you barely he realized he had your hand on his crotch, subtly making you palm him through his pants. quiet pants left his lips, as his eyebrows stayed knitted together tightly. you thought he looked mouth-watering, and it was enough to turn you on all over again. “feel what you do to me, baby?” you whimpered in response, feeling his dick twitch against your hand.

“toji..”

“what is it, baby? tell me what you need.”

the words got caught in your throat, heat spreading through your cheeks. “need you.. i-inside me, toji..”

a cocky smile spread across his face, as his grip around your wrist tightened. “yeah? want me to fill you up? fuck you dumb?”

you nodded your head pathetically, squeezing your thighs together once more. with the way he was looking at you, you just knew he wasn’t through you with at all, and excitement coursed through your body at the thought of him wrecking your insides.

“you know what to do, then.” he says, gesturing his head towards the foot of the bed — his favorite spot for you to be face down, ass up. you complied, of course, assuming his favorite position. the bed shifted under his weight as he pressed his dick against your sopping, eager cunt, running his length through your wetness before lining himself up with your entrance.

with one hand rested on your lower back, he pushed his cock into the cushiony warmth of your walls, your body immediately submitting to him. his other moved to your hair, wrapping your strands around his fingers before he tugged, making your head shoot up. you whimpered the uncomfortable feeling, the pain only adding to the pleasure. he leaned his body over yours, lips brushing against your ear lobe as his lips parted to speak.

“gonna taint this perfect pussy, fill it up with my seed and make you carry my kids.” he growled directly into your ear, grazing his teeth against your skin.

and let’s just say, he could never tell a lie.

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the car is filled with the engine’s rumble and a faint toolily song you’re sure enjin knows by heart— just like the rest of her whole discography. your feet rest on the dash, ankles crossed while the blond’s fingers graze your shin mindlessly.

“you’re driving slower than usual today,” you mumble, gazing out the window.

“are you seriously complaining?” enjin scoffs lightheartedly. “we basically get a whole day off just to run a couple errands, and you’re complaining i’m taking a little longer to get back? plus, you’re saying it like i usually drive like a savage.”

all you do is lazily turn to look at him, cock up a brow, and he rolls his eyes. “just taking a scenic route,” he sighs dramatically. “does it kill ya?”

“all i said is that you’re going slower,” you snort. “and you took it like some personal offense. chill down, diva, jeez.”

“whatever,” enjin huffs. “been swarmed with missions, semiu’s basically gone cross-eyed tryin’ to keep up with it all. barely got some time to myself anymore. or…us.”

a grin tugs at your mouth, knowing exactly what he meant by his disastrous attempt to be nonchalant. “mhm,” you hum casually. “pretty boy’s a little pent up, huh?”

a smartass comeback is ready to leave his lips but you’re quicker, snatching the hand that had been caressing your leg, shamelessly dragging your tongue along his inked digits. enjin chokes on a groan, head frantically moving from looking ahead at the road and the slutty show you’re putting on for me.

“baby, fuck…do you want us to crash?”

“we’re in a desert.”

“i could drive us off a canyon!”

“better not get distracted, then, jin,” you purr, pressing a wet mwah! to his open palm, before you start suckling on his middle and ring finger.

it’s like you can see his eyes physically shaking, trying not to look at you, and it’s almost like - definitely is - you want to torture him when a moan bubbles up in your throat. whorish and wanton, as if your lips were wrapped around his dick, not his fingers.

“are you, uh…are you gonna keep it up much longer?” enjin gulps, shifting his hips in the seat, praying for any sort of frictions he can get against his pants.

“do you want me to?” you ask, words slurred as your teeth nibble at his fingertips. you’re using his hands like a teething toy by now, drool coating almost every digit, a few beads dribbling down his wrist.

“would rather have you wrapped ‘round something else,” he finally breathes, bucking his hips upwards again.

“oh?” you fully turn to face him now, lowering your feet from the dash. “why didn’t you say so earlier? jinnie boy forgot how to use his words?”

the look he shoots you is nothing short of pathetic, brows knitted in a silent plea. lucky for him, you’re a merciful tyrant.

“how long before we’re back to hq?”

enjin purses his lips, making a mental calculation by taking a quick look at some landmarks he’s learned over the years. “ten minutes? i can make it twenty, though.”

“perfect.”

you waste no time, reaching for the waistband of his pants when the car slows down to a comfortable roll. you don’t even have to pull them down to see just how painfully hard he is. likely has been all day just by having you in his passenger seat.

enjin hisses when you free his cock from the mean constraints of his clothes, cool air hitting his flushed tip, the prettiest bead of pre greeting you. “missed me, much?” you tease, leaning over to nuzzle his cheek with your nose.

“you have no idea, baby— shit!” his whole body jolts when your hand wraps around his length, thumbing at the pearlescent tear, smearing it around. “c-careful, girl,” his voice drops an octave.

“just make sure not to kill us and let me do my thing, hm?”

that’s all the warning you give him before you dip your head down, lips enveloping his cockhead with hollowed cheeks. you smile when you hear his throaty, raspy ”fuuuuuuuuck” as he melts into your touch. he keeps one hand on the wheel, the other on your back, stupidly long arm almost reaching down to your ass.

his cock’s already twitching in your mouth, the taste slightly salty after being around all day, natural musk wafting up your nose making you feel heady.

no one could waterboard the information out of you but, fuck, you’d missed this too.

“stop teasin’, baby,” he murmurs, rubbing your lower back. “take it all.”

and so you do, both hands on his thigh to keep you steady, you start swallowing every inch until your nose brushes the blonde tufts at his base. you vibrate around him with a pleased moan, flat tongue feeling the vein running along the side of his cock throb.

enjin can’t formulate a sentence, let alone a thought, mind split in two between keeping his eyes on the road and the bliss he fills every time you bob your head, stuffing your throat with his dick over and over again.

he almost loses it when you start kneading his balls just as his tip brushes your throat. he jerks the car to the side, and he apologizes profusely when you gag because of the sudden movement. “sorry! sorry, fuck…feels t’good, p-please don’t stop…”

“mmmh? you close, jin?” you stroke him at the base with your other hand, mumbling your words with your lips smushed around his drooling tip.

he can barely let out another “please” before you’re taking all of him again, faster this time. “ho-holy shit…fuck, n-not so fast, m’gonna—”

his hips jerk up in warning, then he’s cumming. thick, creamy ropes spurting inside your mouth, filling you up as you hum contently, milking him to the very last drop.

you can’t help but laugh and you sit back up and see enjin’s face. he’s flushed, lips parted in shaky breaths as he still looks at the road. “you good?” you ask, thumbing away at some leftover spit on the corner of your mouth. “mhm,” he nods absentmindedly. “peachy…”

“you’ll have to look the part better,” you snort, patting his cheek. “semiu’s gonna have a laugh with this one.”

┊┊a/n. happy birthday enjin this is not proofread we die like regto

There you are

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Summary: Toji confesses his feelings to you

The bass from the fraternity house vibrated through the soles of my sneakers before I even reached the front porch. Red solo cups littered the lawn like fallen soldiers. Someone had thrown a string of purple fairy lights over the rhododendron bushes, and they flickered in the humid June dark, half-hearted.

Maya hooked her arm through mine.

"You're going to have fun tonight," she said. Not a question.

"I always have fun."

"You always say you have fun. Then you spend three hours analyzing everyone's attachment styles in the corner."

"That is fun."

She groaned, dragging me up the steps. The screen door wheezed open.

Inside, the air was thick with sweat, cheap beer, and the coconut-sugar burn of someone's vape. Bodies pressed together in the living room. A speaker in the corner vomited bass. Maya's hips found the rhythm before her brain did—she was already swaying, already scanning the room for someone to dance with.

"There you are, ma."

The voice came from my left. Low. Almost lazy.

Toji leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen, arms crossed over a chest that strained against his black t-shirt. His green eyes tracked me with the slow confidence of someone who'd already decided exactly how this conversation was going to go.

He'd gotten another tattoo. I could see it peeking above his collar—dark ink curling toward his throat. "Maya dragged me," I said.

"Uh-huh." His scar pulled when he smiled. "Sure she did."

Maya had already vanished. Traitor.

"Beer?" He tilted his head toward the kitchen.

"I don't—"

"You drink those sour things. The cherry ones." He pushed off the doorframe. "Got a six-pack in the back fridge."

He remembered.

That was the thing about Toji. He remembered everything. The brand of lip balm I used. The way I took my coffee. The fact that I hated crowded rooms but always ended up at his parties anyway.

I followed him into the kitchen. It was quieter back here—just a couple making out against the microwave and a guy passed out with his cheek pressed to the sticky linoleum table. Toji opened the fridge. Bent down.

His shirt rode up.

The strip of skin above his waistband was taut. Tanned. A dark trail of hair disappeared beneath his jeans. I looked away before he straightened, but not fast enough.

His smirk said he'd caught me.

"Here." He pressed the cold bottle into my palm. His fingers brushed mine—deliberate. Lingering. "You're staring," I said.

"Am I?"

"Always."

He took a step closer. The kitchen shrank around us. His height was absurd. The top of my head barely cleared his shoulder. His chest was a wall of heat inches from my face.

"Maybe I just like looking at you."

"Toji—"

"What?" That lazy smile again. "It's the truth. You want me to lie?"

"Your fan club's waiting in the living room."

His eyebrow arched. "Fan club?"

"I saw them. The blonde with the—" I gestured vaguely at my chest. "And her friend. The one who giggles at everything you say."

"You been paying attention to who's around me?"

"No."

"Mm." He took a sip of his beer. "Sounds like you have."

The kitchen suddenly felt too warm. Too small. Too quiet despite the bass still thudding through the walls.

"I should find Maya," I said.

"Probably."

Neither of us moved.

His eyes dropped to my mouth. Just for a second. Just long enough to make my stomach flip. "Maya wanted to dance," I managed.

"Maya can wait."

"Toji."

"Stay." Not a command. Something softer. "Just a few minutes. Then I'll let you go."

Let me go. Like I was something he'd caught.

I should have walked away. I should have made some joke, rolled my eyes, pushed past him into the chaos of the living room where the blonde and her friend were probably still waiting.

But his voice did something to me.

It always did. That low rumble. The way his words curled at the edges. Half teasing, half something hungrier.

He noticed my hesitation. His hand found my hip—just fingertips, just barely there.

"There she is," he murmured.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"The you that doesn't run away."

I opened my mouth. Closed it.

His thumb traced a small circle against the jut of my hip bone. Through my jeans, the pressure was barely perceptible. My whole body focused on that single point of contact.

"Your heart's racing," he said.

"You can't feel that."

"Can." His hand pressed fractionally firmer. "Right here. Like a little bird."

"I'm not a bird."

"No." His voice dropped. "You're not."

The couple at the microwave broke apart. The girl giggled, tugging her boyfriend toward the back door. It slammed shut behind them. The guy at the table snored.

We were alone.

"You know what I've been thinking about?" Toji said.

"Probably something stupid."

"Dangerous question." His fingers traced up my side—slow, so slow I could have stopped him at any point. I didn't. "I've been thinking about how you always taste like cherries."

"That's the lip balm."

"I know."

He'd stepped closer. Or I had. Somewhere in the last few seconds the distance between us had collapsed.

His other hand came up. Cupped my jaw. His palm was rough. Warm. His thumb traced my lower lip—pulling it down slightly before releasing.

"You're shaking," he said.

"Am not."

"You are." The words were almost gentle. "You scared of me, baby girl?"

The name hit me square in the chest. Spread heat through my ribs.

"No."

"No?" He tilted his head. "Then what?"

I couldn't answer. Didn't have words for the thing coiling low in my stomach.

He leaned down. His mouth hovered beside my ear. When he spoke, his breath ghosted hot against my skin.

"I'm going to kiss you now."

Not a question.

But still—he waited. Gave me room to pull back.

I didn't pull back.

His lips met mine.

It wasn't gentle. Wasn't tentative. It was the crash of a wave I'd been watching build for months. His mouth was hot and sure and he tasted like beer and something darker. Something that made me want to sink my teeth in.

His tongue swept my lower lip. The cool press of metal—a piercing—dragged against sensitive skin. I gasped.

He swallowed the sound.

His hand slid from my hip to my lower back. Pulled me flush. My breasts pressed against the hard plain of his chest. He was everywhere. Surrounding me. Caging me in.

"Mmph—" The noise escaped before I could stop it. Muffled against his mouth.

He pulled back just enough to speak. "That sound." His voice was wrecked. "Wanted to hear that for so long."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

I grabbed the front of his shirt. Dragged him back down.

This kiss was messier. Desperate. His tongue pushed past my lips—the metal stud cool and strange, then warm as it slid against my own tongue. He explored with slow, thorough strokes. Mapping the inside of my mouth like he was memorizing it.

His hands roamed. Palmed my ass. Squeezed.

I whimpered. He groaned.

"Fuck." The word punched out of him. He pressed his forehead to mine. Both of us breathing hard. "You have no idea what you do to me."

"Tell me."

His eyes darkened.

"Every time you walk into a room," he said, "I forget what I was thinking about. Every time you leave, I count the hours until you come back." His thumb stroked my cheek. "Every time you roll your eyes at me, I want to kiss that look right off your face until you're making those sounds again. Those little sounds you just made."

"Toji—" "I've been patient." His voice was steady but his hands were trembling against my skin. "Been good. Been just your friend. But I'm done. I'm so fucking done pretending I don't want you."

His hand slid from my ass. Traveled up. Skimmed the curve of my waist. Rested just beneath my breast.

"Tell me to stop," he said. "And I stop. Right now. No hard feelings."

I looked at him.

Green eyes. Scarred lip. Chest rising and falling like he'd been running.

"Don't stop."

Something broke open in his expression. Relief. Hunger. Something tender that made my throat tight. "Yeah?" he breathed.

"Yeah."

His hand moved. Covered my breast through my shirt. His palm was hot. The weight of it made my knees buckle.

"There you go," he murmured. "Good girl."

I grabbed his shoulders. Held on.

His thumb found my nipple. Circled. Pressed.

My head fell back.

"That's it." His mouth found my throat. Kissed. Sucked. His tongue—that piercing—dragged over my pulse point. "Let me hear you."

"People—"

"Let them hear. Don't care." His teeth grazed my collarbone. "Want them to know."

His hand slid under my shirt. Palmed bare skin. His fingers were rough with calluses. The scrape against my ribs made me arch into him.

"So responsive," he breathed against my neck. "Been dreaming about this. Your skin. Your sounds." His hand pushed higher. "Your fucking body."

"I—oh—"

"Yeah. That."

His thumb hooked under the wire of my bra. Dragged it down. My breast spilled into his palm. "Look at you." His voice cracked. "So perfect."

He ducked his head. Mouth closing over my nipple through the thin cotton of my bra.

The sound I made wasn't human.

His tongue worked the tight peak into a stiff point—metal stud a cool counterpoint to the wet heat of his mouth. He sucked. Hard. My fingers tangled in his hair. Black silk sliding through my grip. "Toji—"

"Mmm?" He didn't stop. His other hand found my free breast. Kneaded. Rolled the nipple between thumb and forefinger.

"So good," I choked. "Fuck—so—"

He pulled back. Looked up at me through dark lashes.

"Say it again."

"Good. You're—"

"No." His thumb pressed. Circled. "My name. Say my name."

"Toji." His eyes fluttered closed. Like the word itself was a touch.

"That's my girl."

He straightened. Kissed me again. Slower this time. Deeper. His tongue swept against mine in long, lazy strokes while his hands continued their work—palming my breasts, teasing my nipples, mapping every inch of skin he could reach.

When he finally pulled back, we were both trembling. "Come upstairs," he said.

"Your roommates—"

"Don't care." He kissed the corner of my mouth. "Don't care about anyone but you."

He took my hand. Led me toward the back stairs. I followed.

The stairs were narrow. Old wood that creaked under Toji's weight as he pulled me up behind him, his hand wrapped around mine like he was afraid I'd change my mind.

I wasn't changing my mind.

My pulse hammered in my throat. In my fingertips. In the place between my thighs that had been aching since the moment his mouth touched mine in that kitchen.

The hallway at the top was dark. A single bulb buzzed overhead, casting yellow light across a row of closed doors. Posters of bands I didn't recognize. A skateboard propped against the wall. The smell of boy—deodorant and laundry left too long in the washer.

Toji's door was the last one on the left.

He pushed it open. Didn't bother with the light.

Moonlight spilled through the window, painting silver stripes across rumpled sheets. His room was cleaner than I expected. A desk with textbooks stacked neatly. A gaming console. A hoodie draped over the back of his chair.

"Second thoughts?" His voice was quiet. Careful.

I shook my head.

"Words, baby girl." He stepped closer. His shadow swallowed me whole. "Need to hear you say it." "No second thoughts."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

His hand found my jaw again. Tilted my face up. His thumb traced my cheekbone—that rough callus dragging against soft skin.

"Been wanting this," he said. Low. Almost to himself. "Been wanting you. Every time you walked into the room with your little attitude. Rolling your eyes at me. Stealing my food." A smile tugged at the scar on his lip. "Drove me fucking crazy."

"You hid it well."

"Did I?" He dipped his head. His mouth brushed the shell of my ear. "Every night. Lying here. Thinking about you."

The words vibrated through me. Settled somewhere deep.

"What did you think about?"

His laugh was a puff of heat against my neck. "Dangerous question."

"I'm not scared."

"No." His teeth grazed my earlobe. "You're not. That's what gets me."

His hands found the hem of my shirt. Fingertips slipping underneath. Skimming my stomach. My ribs. The catch of his calluses made me suck in a breath.

"This okay?"

"Mmhmm."

"Lift your arms."

I did. He pulled the shirt over my head. Tossed it somewhere behind him. His eyes dropped to my chest—the black lace of my bra, the swell of my breasts above the cups.

"Fuck," he breathed. "Look at you."

His palms covered me. Warm. Heavy. Squeezing gently like he was testing the weight of me. His thumbs found my nipples through the lace and circled.

Slow.

Deliberate.

My knees went weak.

"That's it." He walked me backward until my legs hit the edge of his mattress. "Sit down for me." I sat.

He didn't follow. Just stood there. Looking down at me with those green eyes gone dark and hungry. "The bra," he said. "Take it off."

My fingers fumbled with the clasp. It came loose. The straps slid down my shoulders. The cups fell away.

His jaw tightened.

"Lie back."

I did. The sheets were cool against my bare skin. My breasts fell to either side—full and round in the moonlight. My nipples tightened in the air, peaking into stiff points that ached for his mouth.

He knelt. Right there on the floor between my spread legs.

"Gonna take these off," he murmured, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my jeans. "Lift."

My hips rose. He peeled the denim down. My panties went with them—black lace, soaked already, the evidence of what he'd done to me in that kitchen.

"Shit." He held them up. Examined the wet spot like it was something precious. "This for me?" I nodded. Words had abandoned me.

He brought the fabric to his face. Inhaled.

I made a sound I'd never made before. Something between a whimper and a gasp.

"Taste so good even through these," he said. "Bet you taste better."

His hands pushed my thighs apart. Wide. Wider. Until I was open to him completely—exposed in a way that made my cheeks flame.

But the way he looked at me.

Like I was something holy.

"S'pretty," he mumbled. His thumb traced my slit. Barely touching. Just enough to make me squirm. "So wet for me already. Barely even touched you."

"Toji—"

"Shh." He leaned in. His breath ghosted hot against my inner thigh. "Gonna take my time. Been waiting too long to rush this."

His mouth pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin just above where I needed him most. Then another. Higher. His tongue traced the crease where my thigh met my hip.

I grabbed onto his sheets.

"So responsive." Another kiss. Closer. "Love that. Love how your body talks to me."

His thumb parted my folds. The cool metal of his piercing touched my clit.

I jerked like I'd been electrocuted.

"There she is." He blew on the wet skin. Watched me shudder. "That little button's so swollen. Begging for attention."

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please—your mouth—"

"Good girl."

His tongue flattened against me.

The sound that tore from my throat was guttural. Broken. His piercing dragged through my wetness—that cool bead of metal finding every sensitive spot like he'd mapped me in advance.

He ate me like he was starving.

Long, slow licks from my entrance to my clit. His fingers spreading me open so he could dip his tongue inside. Deeper. Curling. Tasting.

"Mmmph—" The noise vibrated against my flesh. "Fuck, you taste good."

"You're—oh god—"

His finger circled my entrance. Teased. Pressed just barely inside before withdrawing. "Want this?"

"Y-yes."

"Say it."

"I want your fingers inside me."

"Yeah?" He pushed in. One knuckle. Two. Slow enough that I felt every ridge of his calluses dragging against my walls. "Like this?"

"Yes—fuck—"

"So tight." He pulled out. Pushed back in. Deeper this time. "Gripping my finger like you don't wanna let go."

His mouth returned to my clit. Sucked. His tongue stud flicking—

And his finger curled.

Found that spot.

My back arched off the mattress. "Toji—right there—don't stop don't stop—"

He didn't stop.

He added a second finger. Stretched me. Pumped in and out while his mouth worked my clit with devastating precision. The wet sounds filled the room—slurps and moans and the slick slide of his fingers fucking into me.

"Close," I gasped. "I'm close—"

"Let go." His voice was muffled against my flesh. "Give it to me."

But he didn't ease up. Didn't slow down. His fingers curled harder. His mouth sucked deeper. And just as the wave crested—

A knock at the door.

"Yo, Toji! You in there?"

The knock came again. Harder this time.

"Yo, Toji! You in there? Shoko's looking for you!"

My whole body locked up. Toji's fingers were still inside me—two of them, buried to the knuckle, curled against that spot that had been building something massive behind my navel. His mouth hovered half an inch above my clit. I could feel his breath. Hot. Uneven.

His eyes flicked up to meet mine.

Green. Dark. Utterly unconcerned.

"Toji—" I whispered.

He shook his head. Just once. Small.

Then his tongue flattened against me again.

I slapped my own hand over my mouth. The moan that tried to escape pushed against my palm, muffled into something that sounded like a wounded animal. His fingers pumped. Slow. Deep. That callused thumb circling my clit while his tongue—fuck, his tongue—dragged the metal stud along my inner folds.

"Dude, I know you're in there. Your car's in the driveway."

Toji pulled his mouth back just far enough to speak. His lips brushed my swollen flesh with every word.

"Little busy, man."

His voice was wrecked. Gravelly. Like he'd been gargling broken glass. The vibration of it against my cunt made my hips jerk.

"Busy doing what?"

"None of your fucking business." Toji's fingers scissored inside me. Stretched. My back arched clean off the mattress. "Go away."

"Shoko said—"

"Tell Shoko I'll call her later."

Footsteps. Pause. Then retreating.

Toji didn't wait for them to fade completely.

His mouth sealed over my clit and he sucked—hard—and the sound I made wasn't muffled enough. It ripped through my palm and filled the room, high and broken, and his fingers drove deeper, faster, that relentless curl against my front wall while his piercing flicked rapid-fire patterns across the swollen bud of nerves.

"You close?" he mumbled against me.

"Uh-huh—fuck—uh-huh—"

"Good." He added a third finger. The stretch burned. Burned so good I saw stars. "Been dreaming about this. Your tight little cunt squeezing my fingers. The sounds you make." His tongue circled. Teased. "Better than I imagined."

"I—I—"

"What, baby?" His voice dropped. Softer. Almost gentle. "Tell me."

"Don't stop."

"Wasn't planning to." His thumb pressed my clit in slow, grinding circles while his fingers fucked into me with obscene wet sounds—schlick, schlick, schlick—that filled the quiet of his room. "Look at me." I hadn't realized my eyes were closed. I forced them open.

The sight of him between my thighs nearly undid me right there. His dark hair was a mess—my fingers had done that. His lips were glossy with my wetness, parted, tongue ring glinting in the moonlight. His eyes were fixed on my face like he was memorizing it.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he said. Not sexy. Not growled. Just stated. Like fact. Like gravity. "You know that? Every time you walk into a room I forget how to breathe."

"Toji—"

"Shh." His fingers slowed. Stroked. Gentle now. "Not rushing this. You're gonna come for me. Gonna feel it. But I want you right here with me when it happens. Not floating off somewhere in your head." His thumb pressed harder. His fingers curled.

The orgasm didn't crash. It rolled. Built like a wave gathering water, pulling back, pulling back, and then his mouth was on me again and his piercing dragged across my clit in one slow, deliberate pass—

I shattered.

My thighs clamped around his head. My cunt clenched his fingers in rhythmic pulses that seemed to last forever. Sounds spilled out of me—moans and whimpers and his name broken into syllables. He didn't stop. His tongue kept working me through it, lapping at the mess I was making, groaning against my flesh like he was the one coming.

"Mmm—fuck—taste so good—" His words vibrated through my oversensitive nerves. "So good, baby. So fucking good."

When the spasms finally eased, he gentled. Soft licks. Softer kisses pressed to my inner thighs. His fingers slid out of me—slowly, carefully—and I felt empty without them.

He rose up on his knees. Wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The moonlight caught the shine on his chin, his lips, the scar that pulled when he smiled.

"Hey," he said.

I couldn't speak. My chest heaved. My legs were still trembling.

He crawled up my body. Braced himself on his forearms above me. His cock pressed against my thigh through his jeans—thick and hard and so hot I could feel it through the denim. "That was one," he murmured. His lips brushed my forehead. My cheek. The corner of my mouth.

"Can you give me another?"

"I—I don't know if I—"

"Think so." His hips rolled. Just once. Grinding against my thigh. "That pussy's still fluttering. Still wet." His hand slid down my stomach. Cupped me. One finger tracing through slick folds. "Still hungry."

I whimpered.

"Tell me you want more." His mouth was at my ear now. Low rumble. That voice doing things to my insides that should've been illegal. "Tell me you want me to keep going."

"I—"

"Words, baby girl. I need words."

"I want more."

"Yeah?" His finger circled my entrance. Dipped inside. Just the tip.

"Yes. Fuck. Yes."

"Good girl."

based off of this request by the amazing @zozozazi 🙂‍↕️

STARING NEW LOVE INTEREST INO TAKUMA!!!

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a/n: if i wrote ino wrong… don’t tell me 🙉 thank you for reading, i love you (. .*)β

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